JOHN OLDHAM

420. A Quiet Soul

'""THY soul within such silent pomp did keep,

• As if humanity were lull'd asleep ;

So gentle was thy pilgrimage beneath,

Time's unheard feet scarce make less noise, Or the soft journey which a planet goes: Life seem'd all calm as its last breath. A still tranquillity so hush'd thy breast, As if some Halcyon were its guest, And there had built her nest; It hardly now enjoys a greater rest.

��JOHN CUTTS, LORD CCJTTS

421. Song

��tell her that I love: Leave the rest to her and Fate: Some kind planet from above May perhaps her pity move :

Lovers on their stars must wait. Only tell her that I love!

Why, O why should I despair !

Mercy's pictured in her eye: If she once vouchsafe to hear, Welcome Hope and farewell Fear!

She 's too good to let me die. Why, O why should I despair?

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